I got a summer job (this last summer) in a resort area in the mountains, working for a guy who has a construction business. During the summer his work is all just repairs because they are mostly vacation homes in that place, and so people don't have major construction done during the high season. But there are a lot of repairs. So I had to spend a lot of time going back and forth to the one hardware store in the whole area. I got to know the son of the owner just from coming in so often. He was 22, me 18 then. We would joke around about women and girls who came into the store, and when it was a local girl who he knew he would tell me wild stories about 'what he did with that one.' I knew these were lies but it got me excited to hear them and he told these stories so well I didn't care if they were lies. I am sure he got hot talking about them, and knew they turned me on.
Sometimes I would think about them when I was home in bed jerking off. One day I came in for some plumbing items, and included on the list were some one and a half inch O-rings. In case you don't know, these are rings made from rubber tubes, that can be up to maybe three inches in diameter, that are like washers. When he got all the stuff together he fiddled with the O ring and told me I must be tiny. I had no idea what he was talking about. He said that a lot of guys buy the larger ones to use as cock rings. I heard of cock rings of course but I thought they were like little leather belts with a snap on them. I told him I didn't believe him. But it got me imagining and thinking what a cock ring would feel like.
He asked me if I ever used cock rings. I told him I wouldn't even know how. He pulled out a large o-ring and told me to come behind the counter and watch. I walked behind it, and stood next to him. Remember there are other customers in other parts of this store. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his fat hard cock and balls. He was not wearing underpants. I was standing shoulder to shoulder with him. His stuff was hidden by the counter. He says he can't get it on himself cause he is too hard, and says I should pull mine out so we can put it on me. Well I was hard too by then and confessed that. He asked what got me hard and I wouldn't say it was the sight of his dick and balls. I said I was hard almost all the time.
A customer came up to him and he gave the guy directions to a certain section instead of going himself. That got him down some and when the guy walked away he slid the ring over his dick and balls. Immediately it started to rage again and got red and the veins were bulging. I started to flush and tremble it was so hot to see it. He left it on and buttoned up, with the boner showing a big bulge in his jeans. As I was leaving with my purchases he threw a few large o-rings of different sizes into the bag and told me to try them out and see if I liked it. I did, and I did! He asked on a later visit (in front of a young woman customer) if I needed more O-rings. I told him no, and lied saying I still hadn't used any of the ones from last time.
This was already pretty late in the summer and in the few more times I saw him we never talked about it again. I regret that I didn't pick up on what must have been an opening for me to get something going with the guy. I liked him and I think we could have had a lot of fun that summer if I had had a little more gumption. I think, now that I'm a little more experienced, I am going to take a drive up there some weekend and see what happens.